Coffee was necessary. Cosima huddled around the beautiful porcelain cup--much fancier than the caffeine beaker mug that she used at home--and inhaled the warm, delicious smell of morning coffee. Good coffee, from the smell of it. Normally she would have been enjoying coffee in her pajamas, but since she had only just begun to meet the others on the train she made the supreme sacrifice of actually getting dressed before breakfast.
She opened her eyes and grinned over at the other person in the room. "'Morning," she said. "First time getting breakfast on a train?"